What was expected to be a simple job, checking on a few people in England and Germany and then a quick visit to Switzerland to check the status of a couple bank accouints turned out to be anything but that. One adventure after another kept our erstwhile honorary Deputy Sheriff involved much longer than he expected. This is a book that is going to be hard to put down once you begin to read.

Just a Simple Job

By Earle W. Jacobs

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Copyright © 2011 Earle W. Jacobs
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ISBN: 978-1-4634-1292-0

Chapter One

Grethel had so much fun in Las Vegas I almost could not pry her away. It was even worse when we got to Disneyland. I think she is a frustrated Mouseketeer. Of course, she had read of these places but the reality of them for someone who had not been outside Europe for many years was truly a revelation. Of course, it was fun for me also seeing these with someone who had not ever been anywhere like these places. "You know, my dear William," she told me, "I do think this must be one of the best honeymoons I have ever been on! You really are a very dear husband." She now kids me as much as I do her.

She surely does not look like she is over four months pregnant. I have been asking her if she was sure about this condition, she professes to have. Using a whiney, quavering voice, I ask her if she is just claiming to be pregnant so she could force me to marry her. Her usual reply was that in the event I did not accomplish that when we were on top of the mountain I most assuredly would have by now, considering my more recent heroic endeavors. My, my, she does have a way with words, doesn't she?

She likes the kidding around that we do. She says there had never been much humor in her life up to now. She hadn't realized how dull her life had been all those years. In my family, I told her, it had been just the opposite of that. I guess that is why I had such a happy childhood.

Chapter Two

We are temporarily back in our old motel room. My furniture and household goods from my place down south are in storage in a big moving van parked here in town. I get to pay rent on that until we have a place to put things. My house down there is in the hands of a Property Manager and will be rented for the time being. I should do all right on that, rentals being what they are right now.

Elaine is fond of repeating, always within my hearing of course, that it was imperative that she and Grethel find something big enough to house all my numerous progeny. I keep telling them that what they heard was the word humorous. They both maintain however that they both clearly heard me say, "Numerous." I tell them it is not fair when they are ganging up on me two against one. Anyway, the girls are having a lot of fun checking out the available real estate. I hope we can come up with something soon. The rental on that big van is getting pretty expensive.

It surely is nice now to see Grethel so happy and contented-most of the time. I have noticed that at times, when she doesn't know anyone is watching, she will gaze off into space with a pensive look on her face. I suspect I know what causes that and I am waiting for the right time to talk to her about it. I hate however to break the happy spell she seems to be under right now.

Chapter Three

Well, a decision has been made; we are going to rent a three bedroom, bath and three-quarter, ranch style house until next year. The ladies in the meantime are going to find a suitable lot on which to build. We can do that next year, after the baby is born. They will have all fall and winter to look around and think maybe might even get a better deal in the winter when the real estate business is slow here. I haven't mentioned it yet but that same snow can also sometimes cover up some unpleasant problems. They won't make any commitments without my OK, I'm sure.

The great day has arrived; we are all moved in! I have more stuff than this house can use, however the garage is as big as a barn and the excess is stored there for the time being. I told Grethel and Elaine that now that I did not have to pay all that rent on the van I could probably treat them to a little snack for dinner if they would like. Grethel murmured to Elaine, "See, I told you Ellie, he is not really as bad as people make him out to be. Elaine murmured in response, "You are absolutely right, Greth. I can't for the life of me understand why people must think so poorly of him." All this murmuring of course loud enough to be sure I could hear them.

I told them I would see about a reservation and went to use the telephone; fortunately, it had just that day been connected. When I returned, I told them I had just been informed that MacDonald's did not take reservations but they were not overly busy right then anyway. Furthermore, semi-casual dress would be acceptable before seven PM. I said I was happy we didn't have to get all dressed up just to get us a little snack. We just had time to clean up and beat the seven PM deadline I told them as I headed for the three-quarter bath to wash up. I didn't hear a sound as they went to use the other bath to repair their makeup and fix whatever else needed fixing.

I was wearing a sport coat and a shirt and tie as I waited for the ladies to make their appearance. As usual, they were a couple of knockouts. I swear they could probably look good wearing burlap bags and work boots. I said as soon as I saw them that they each looked like about ten million bucks each. Smart move on my part; I got a kiss from each of them. "OK", I said, "Let us get going if we want to beat that seven PM deadline. I've got the car out front." Off we went then, over to Main Street and out south. When we got to the road that headed up to the country club, I turned and started up toward the clubhouse. "I think you got turned around dear," Grethel told me. "This is not the way to MacDonald's and we can't get a meal here unless we are with a member." "Oh shucks," I said, "I guess I plumb forgot; old age creeping up on me I guess. I see there are only a few cars however; maybe they might just be glad to have some paying customers. Let's give it a try."

As we walked in, the club Manager was there in the foyer. He had a big smile for us as he said, "Welcome, Mr. Mayor and you, Mrs. Mayor; it is so nice to have you as members and Miss Mora, as usual it is always a pleasure to have you visit us. He ushered us to a nice booth near the windows and saw us seated with a lady on each side of me. Someone would be by shortly if we wished to order something from the bar he told us, as he handed out our menus. Grethel and Elaine had not said a word all this time.

They both turned on me when we were alone and vowed they were going to get even with me-later. I could depend on that. I chuckled then and told them, "While you gals were running all over this part of the state I thought I might as well do something useful and was able to get us a membership. After all, we are going to need somewhere to play golf, aren't we? Moreover, while the food might not be quite up to Elaine's standards it is not too bad. I hope you both approve. I did this especially for you my dear Grethel." She still had some of those kisses left and I got one right then. Elaine avowed then that, "Maybe I was not nearly as bad a person as everyone had been saying." We then had a very enjoyable dinner and pleasant conversation. It did appear I had done the right thing.

Chapter Four

We were sitting at breakfast on a Sunday about two weeks later. I had begun a habit of making Sunday breakfast for us when we were at home. We had finished eating and were sipping our coffee as I glanced at the Sunday newspaper. I noticed then that Grethel was staring off into space again with that pensive look on her face. I figured this was as good a time as any so I said, "My dear Grethel, I have noticed that from time to time you seem to be staring off into space with a rather pensive look on your face. Tell me, is it your father that you are thinking about?" "Yes, my dear William," she told me; "for a long time when we had so many problems to handle and you were so sick I didn't have time to think about anything but you. Now that you are well and it looks like I have got you for sure I can't help wonder how he is and what has happened to him."

I told her I had suspected this for some time and I could certainly understand how she must feel. I knew how I would feel under the same circumstances. When I asked if she knew of any way that we might get in touch with him or anyone who would know about him, she shook her head sadly and said that unfortunately she did not.

I asked her about the Swiss bank accounts she had told me about and the possibility her father may have contacted those banks. Perhaps we should contact them. If money had been withdrawn from those accounts, it would indicate that her father might have escaped from the hands of the East German state police. Of course, someone else could possibly have gotten the numbers from him and accessed the accounts. I said then, we knew Elaine was expecting Al in town soon; why didn't we wait and see what ideas he may have that might help us?

"William, you are such a thoughtful husband," Grethel said, "and if my father is alive I would dearly love to have him know that I do have such a wonderful husband and will have a grandchild for him to see before very long." I told her, OK, that is what we would do. We cannot just go on like this forever never knowing what has happened to him. I said, "You know my dear, I would do anything I could to insure your happiness." Aah, another of those special kisses; getting used to them surely has been easy.

Chapter Five

We took Elaine and Al to dinner at the Country Club the next Saturday. It was the first time we had taken guests other than the time I surprised Grethel and Elaine. We had been here with Vern and Francine but they are members here also. Vern had joined several years ago, shortly after his promotion to Senior Deputy. We had agreed to meet our guests at the club and Grethel and I were there ahead of time waiting for them in the lobby. They were there right on the dot, both with great big smiles; the cat that ate the canary kind. They must be up to something.

The head waitress/hostess led to us to our table, by a window as I had asked for. It was still light enough that we could enjoy the view out over the course for a while. It soon became obvious why the big smiles we had been seeing. Elaine was careful to reach out for her water glass with her left hand and to hold it out there just long enough. Grethel let out a gasp. "William," she whispered. "Look at Elaine's hand? "Just a second my dear," I said. "Let me get my sunglasses out and I surely will."

Then, I took Elaine's hand in mine and examined it at some length, turning her palm over several times as I peered closely at her ring. Finally I said, "You know Elaine, my dear, I do think this may be the prettiest friendship ring I have seen for some time. "Stop teasing her, William," Grethel chimed in. "You know that is an engagement ring." I took Elaine's hand again, peered closely at the ring and then said, "By George, Grethel, I do believe you may be right, my dear. Where in the world did you find it, Elaine?" Elaine gave me a punch on the arm then sputtering, "you nitwit; you know darn well I didn't find it." "Goodness gracious, my dear Elaine," I gasped; "Don't tell me you went out and bought this gorgeous example of the jeweler's art?" Elaine was sputtering by now, trying to think of words but before she could I continued, "Oh no, Elaine, please, please, don't tell me; surely it cannot be stolen. Remember, I am duty bound, as an honorary deputy of this county, to see that the law is upheld." Al who had been sitting there chuckling, then burst out laughing. "You know, I swear this is the funniest thing I have heard since Abbot and Costello and `Who's on first," he said. I think I can get you two some bookings into some of the better lounge shows. We all had a good laugh then and Grethel and I gave our good friends out best wishes for their future happiness. We also told them what a beautiful engagement ring it truly was.

If you think that was funny, you should have heard Al and me trying to explain about Abbot and Costello and their famous routine to Grethel who had not only, never had heard of them but knew even less about the game of baseball. We gave up on that rather soon and I ordered a bottle of champagne so we could properly toast our friend's engagement. Grethel had only a small sip as I made the toast to our friend's future happiness, remarking to Elaine that she did not wish to jeopardize the health of any of Dear William's future numerous offspring. Elaine allowed that of course, in that respect, one could never be too careful.

Elaine said then that she must apologize. She had forgotten to bring the book she had purchased for us. It had lists of literally thousands of names for babies. She knew if there were the numerous offspring that, Dear William, had promised Grethel, finding enough names might prove to be an onerous chore. Grethel certainly did not want to be forced to perhaps numbering them or perhaps worse, resort to alphabetizing them. "Can't you just see it, Greth," she continued;"maybe odd numbers for boys and even for the girls. I can just hear you calling them to come home for dinner: Oh One and three, find two, four, five and six and come in for dinner now please. When he could stop laughing, Al said, "All right already, enough is enough, let me know when you guys are ready and I'll get you your lounge show bookings in Vegas or Reno if you prefer. As your agent, I will soon be rich!

Well we did settle down and had a very nice dinner. Over coffee, Grethel told Al about her father. She had told Elaine all about it some time ago. I also gave my thoughts on a way I had thought we might get information about him through the Swiss banks. Al said how sorry he was to hear what had happened to Grethel's father and realized how this uncertainty had to be a constant, nagging source of worry. He did however have some reservations about my suggestion.

Of course, of course; I don't know why that did not occur to me before now. Another, Senior Moment, I suppose. Obviously, if we sent the numbers to someone to check the accounts there was nothing to prevent that person from withdrawing any money that might be there, if the accounts still existed, and then telling us, that when checking, it was found the accounts had been closed and there was no further information available.

If these accounts were intact, from the information Grethel had gotten on her last visit to Zurich, there should be some substantial amounts on deposit. This then posed a problem. Grethel said she would never go back to Europe. After her last experience there, she was still terrified that something might happen to her if she returned and also she did not in any way want to jeopardize her baby, Well, I guess that feeling is understandable.

Al suggested then, "You know, Bill, you have obviously shown that you can handle yourself pretty well. You might be the logical one to undertake this preliminary investigation. It shouldn't take too long to fly over there and do what has to be done. If the accounts are still intact, you might want to see about having them transferred here or at least to different accounts in Switzerland. That might help safeguard having them fall into the wrong hands. If Grethel's Dad hasn't accessed the accounts by now it would appear he is not going to do so for whatever reasons. That thought of course brought tears to Grethel's eyes.

Al was all apologies. He had not meant to distress Grethel. I put my arms around her and told her not to be so upset. I pointed out then that Al was right. I was the logical one to undertake this job. Then she did begin to weep big tears and asked, "But what if something happens to you William? What would I ever do? Whenever you go off, something always happens to put you in danger. I want you to stay here with me." Elaine chimed in with, "Grethel is right, Bill; you need to be here where we can watch you. Whenever you go off alone you get into some kind of mischief. Do you think we could stand worrying about what you are up to all the time you are out of our sight? "Well for crying out loud; you would think I must be some little kid.

(Continues...)

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